Liberty (A Sonnet) Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

A great propriety of infinite value,
Most sought for by one and all,
Hard, soft, bright, dull, big or small,
Is Liberty, Nature's gift divine and due;
Men of power, thought and seekers anew,
Have carved, garbed and decked it tall
In feminine form, and manifesto scroll
Have encased in acts and embossed in gold hue;
Yet Just Equity and feelings are blasted often
By self-centred and desperate zealots cold,
While the breath and bearing form the essence
Of prime freedom in all acts that soften
The hard grimace and hold the divine mould
Of Creation, monitored within Nature's fence.